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kneading firmly. “You can beg all you like, Sarah. I have no intention of stopping. Not until I’ve taken what I want.”
    Now both his hands were on her breasts, and it felt so good she squirmed, unable to stay still. She jerked against the handcuffs, and when she felt how securely they held her a flood of warmth surged through her.
    His hands tightened until it almost hurt...almost but not quite. She wondered suddenly what it would feel like to cross that line, to move from pleasure to pain.
    As soon as the thought crossed her mind she was ashamed of it. She didn’t crave pain. She didn’t want to be tied down like this. This wasn’t her. This wasn’t anything like—
    And then the almost-painful grip was gone, and his tongue was there, drowning her in sensation as shockingly soft as his hands had been hard.
    Oh, God. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, and she wished the rest of her could follow—that she could pour herself into him somehow. She did the closest thing she could and arched her back, and then Keith’s hands slid under her shoulder blades and he held her suspended above the bed, swirling his tongue around her other nipple before biting down without warning.
    It wasn’t a hard bite but the shock went straight down her body, stabbing through her stomach and between her legs. Then he was soothing her with his tongue again, licking her softly and thoroughly. His hands slid out from under her, letting her settle down on the bed as he took her nipples between his fingers and thumbs.
    He rolled the hard peaks back and forth with gentle pressure, and she felt it everywhere. He’d done something to her body—opened up a channel of sensation from her nipples to her—
    Then he pinched her, hard, and the pleasure was so intense she cried out.
    “Did you say something?” he asked softly.
    “Stop, you have to stop,” she said, even as the words turned into a moan.
    Instead he pinched her again, not releasing her this time but holding her nipples tight even as he pressed a soft kiss against her throat.
    He trailed his lips up her neck to her jaw line, and back down to her collarbones. On the way he touched his tongue to her skin in silken whispers.
    And all the while he held her nipples in a hard, rough grip.
    She was breathing in short little gasps, and she’d begun to twist underneath Keith’s hands. She was feeling too much—too much pleasure and pain and everything in between, and in her core an aching blaze of want.
    Keith withdrew his hands and his mouth, and Sarah’s body quivered from the sudden loss.
    And then he trailed one finger over the heart of her. “Your skin is so soft. Are you soft here, too?”
    Oh, God. Would he be able to tell how wet he’d made her?
    He touched her again, tracing the folds of her body through the layers of her pajamas and panties, and she jerked away in a mingled rush of desire and mortification.
    In the next instant he was holding her down, his hands like iron on her hips.
    “You can’t hide from me,” he said in a low voice, and then he was tugging her pajamas and panties down her legs.
    Goose bumps covered her bare legs and she actually fought against him, twisting onto her side and bending her knees against her chest. “Don’t,” she panted. “Please, don’t.”
    “I’m going to see every inch of you.”
    He grabbed her lower legs, and then she felt the touch of velvet as he slipped the same cuffs around her ankles that he had used on her wrists.
    Her legs were forced wide open, spread eagled in a V that exposed everything. Everything. All she could think was my pussy, my pussy, my pussy …a word she used in her internal monologues about sex, when she fantasized in her own bed at night—but had never used in conversation and tried not even to think when she was around other people.
    But now it was all she could think about, because it was… there . On display. And as she lay still with no idea of where Keith was, since he wasn’t touching her at